Poetry For The Soul

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Many thanks to poet Thomas Kemp for sending me his poem. He was gracious enough to let me post it. I think it’s lovely. We need our artists now more than ever. 

Whispers falling over each of us,
as we roll amidst ivory perfumed sheets,
a canopy of light blue comforters
support in turn our heads.
It is a pity
but sleep will be the last turn
of the shadows our bodies make,
for some one must fall
though the glowing heavenly stars first.
If it is me, I know I will toss and count
the times I remember the words you spoke to me
and the centuries of love will go on
without delaying mornings sun
or wet cool mist.

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